ABOVE the cloistral valley, Above the druid rill, There lies a quiet sleeper Upon a lonely hill. All the long days of summer The low winds whisper by, And the soft voices of the leaves Make murmurous reply. All the long eves of autumn The loving shadows mass Round this sequestered slumbering-place Beneath the cool hill grass. All the long nights of winter The white drifts heap and heap To form a fleecy coverlet Above the dreamer's sleep. All the long morns of springtime The tear-drops of the dew Gleam in the violets' tender eyes As if the blossoms knew. Ah, who would break the rapture Brooding and sweet and still, The great peace of the sleeper Upon the lonely hill! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BOLDNESS IN LOVE by THOMAS CAREW ROBERT GOULD SHAW by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR HE FELL AMONG THIEVES by HENRY JOHN NEWBOLT FULL OF LIFE NOW by WALT WHITMAN A SATIRE [OR, SATYR] AGAINST MANKIND by JOHN WILMOT |